We leave early, buy food and drinks and head towards the part of the beach we made the meeting spot. On arrival Carley tells me that a lot of our friends are already there.
We grab our bags and join them. Bobby and Sandy, my friends, wait for me. Somebody brought a radio and party music fills the air. We grab a cool drink, and drift a bit away from the crowd. Sandra tells me there's already about twenty five people with more cars arriving.
'Let's go swimming.' I love swimming in the ocean. I run and dive in. My friends are close behind me.
One thing about my friends. They are not what you'd call normal. My family is the perfect idea of normal. Bobby and Sandy are sooooo not. Bobby is a lycan. No, he doesn't turn furry at full moon. That's just legend. But yes, he can and will turn into a werewolf. And a sweeter person you will have it hard to find. Sandy, well Sandy is a witch. It runs in her family.
More and more people turn up, even Case and his buddies. Many don't know I'm blind and the ones that do take the que from my family and treat me normally. As I don't act insecure, noone is bothered.
It gets late and we make bonfires, while the party has no end in sight.
I find Carley and excuse Bobby, Sandy and myself. The beach is adjacent to the forest and we head inland. Soon all sounds of the party diminish, and only the sound of the woods at night surround us.
Bobby shifts his energies and transforms into a wolf. Sandy takes two cloaks from her bag. We don them and then I send our bags up to hang in a branch out of reach of curious hands
Bobby runs ahead to make sure we are alone. I spread my fingers and follow his energy trail. Sandy, behind me, produces a soft glow to light her way.
After a while we reach our secret hideout. It's a hilltop. A small clearing, about five meters across is surrounded by big stones. Here we practice magic.
Bobby shifts back into human form. Hidden behind some stones are a couple of daggers and a sword. Yes, they are real. He starts with one dagger. In slow dance like motions he fights with it. After fifteen minutes he grabs the other knife and continues to move around with both. The knives are not the same. The second is not as big or heavy as the first. After another twenty minutes he replaces the daggers with the sword. Soon after he picks up the heavier dagger and dual wields. He increases the pace considerably until the blades are just a blur.
Sandy thinks of me as a witch. That's because we do similar stuff. The biggest difference is that she has to use spells to do what I do without.
We don't bring books here, so she needs to learn every spell by heart before she tries it out here.
Today, she has a spell of hidding. She says the incantation and focuses on a small rock at the edge of the clearing. A happy explanation tells me it worked.
I don't need to know the spell she used to know what she did. Normally magic users need spells to focus their concentration on what they do. The more they practice, the better their concentration gets and the easier the spell becomes.
I, on the other hand, concentrate permanently already. I am energetically very aware of my surroundings and feel changes in energy patterns easily. That helps me to duplicate the effects of Sandy's spell quickly.
Sandy and I practice on bigger objects, making them transparent and reappear. Bobby moves to practicing turning only partially fluffy. Only claws, or teeth, or only one hand. It's harder than it sounds, because it takes a lot of concentration.
